The power of orange knickersUnder my petticoatThe power of listening to what You don't want me to knowCan somebody tell me nowWho is this terroristThose girls that smile kindlyThen rip you life to piecesCan somebody tell me nowAm I alone with thisThis little pill in my handAnd with this secret KissAm I alone in this?A matter of complicationWhen you become a twistFor that latest drinkAs that transitioningCan somebody tell me nowWho is this terroristThis little pill in my handThat keeps the pain livingCan somebody tell me nowThe way out of thisThat sacred pot of red stuffCould blow me out of this KissAm I alone in thisThe power of orange knickersUnder my petticoatThe power of listening to what You don't want me to knowShame shame time to leave me nowShame shame you've had your funShame shame for letting me thinkThat I would be the oneCan somebody tell me nowWho is this terroristThis little pill in my handOr this secretKissAm I alone in thisKiss